The dim light emitted by the candle was extremely faint, not enough to illuminate the entire room 404.
It barely illuminated the table in front of the four people.
Due to the candlelight, shadows played across their faces, casting a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.
Although the candle was placed on the table, it was positioned to the right of Qi Yunshen, blocking the light from reaching Ruan Qing on his left.
With everyone’s attention focused on the paper and pen, they failed to notice Ruan Qing’s condition.
No one saw his distress.
If someone had scrutinized closely, they would have noticed that the young man in the shadows was in an unusual state.
Ruan Qing tightly bit his lower lip, his delicate face turning pale.
His long eyelashes trembled anxiously, and his eyes revealed a mix of panic and fear.
Yet, he dared not move or utter a sound because the unseen chill lingered beside him.
Ruan Qing could even feel the cold creeping down from the tip of the pen, gently enveloping his hand.
Cold.
A chilling ice, as if they had suddenly transitioned from early summer to winter.
The cold was piercing, making one shiver, but it wasn’t the entire 404 dormitory’s temperature dropping, only the atmosphere around Ruan Qing.
It sent shivers down one’s spine, creating an unsettling feeling.
It seemed like something had initially grasped their pens, but now it had slowly shifted to Ruan Qing’s hand.
However, the other three in the dormitory seemed oblivious to this.
They hadn’t even noticed a slight drop in the room’s temperature.
Ruan Qing’s face grew even paler, fear and dread taking over his mind.
He wanted to struggle and escape the cold, but he didn’t dare, as moving might cause the pen to fall, and the Pen Fairy would then be lost forever.
So, he would be the first one to be killed by the spirit.
Even if not the first to be killed, it would be extremely difficult for him to survive until seven days later.
Ruan Qing could only sit stiffly on the chair, tightly biting his lower lip, praying for this summoning game to end quickly.
As long as he could endure until the spirit was sent away, it would be fine.
However, what Ruan Qing didn’t know was that, because he’s biting his lower lip, his pale pink lips appeared even more vivid, giving him a touch of elegance.
Coupled with his eyes misting with water vapor, his beautiful eyes look dewy, like a lamb about to cry after being bullied.
It’s endearing, yet it made people want to treat him more unfairly.
To make him cry directly.
The chilly atmosphere paused for a moment, as if tired of lingering only around the boy’s fingertips. It began to gently slide along the boy’s fingers towards his wrist.
Although nothing was visible, the cold touch was undeniably there, causing Ruan Qing’s fear and panic to reach its peak.
Even his entire body’s cells were screaming for him to escape.
Ruan Qing’s frightened body trembled slightly, his eye sockets directly covered with a layer of mist, making him look fragile, like a porcelain doll that could break with just a little force.
However, the coldness did not spare him because of his pitiful state.
After lingering on his wrist for a moment, it continued up his elbow, ultimately gently brushing over Ruan Qing’s neck, which was as white as jade, landing on the corners of Ruan Qing’s eyes that have turned red due to fear.
The ice-cold sensation made the corners of Ruan Qing’s eyes even redder, and his eyes were filled with tears, moistening his eye sockets.
It also moistened his long eyelashes.
If this action were done by a human, it would probably appear particularly ambiguous and seductive.
However, the icy cold temperature didn’t carry any hint of seduction; it only instilled a feeling of fear from the depths of the heart.
As if that coldness could kill him in the next second.
Ruan Qing’s tears could no longer be stopped, directly sliding down his cheeks like pearls detached from a broken string, falling one by one.
But the teardrops did not fully fall. When they slid down to Ruan Qing’s lips, it seemed as if something tender had wiped them away.
Then, that coldness lingered around Ruan Qing’s lips, as if something were rubbing against them.
It even became more forceful, playing with Ruan Qing’s lips, sinking in slightly.
Although it didn’t hurt, it grew colder.
Ruan Qing’s lips were almost numb from the cold.
As if he might freeze to death for the next second.
Utmost fear made Ruan Qing’s body go weak, unable to muster any strength. He could only helplessly shrink back.
Trying to avoid the coldness lingering on his lips.
But that coldness gave him no room to escape, swirling around again in the direction he retreated.
As if it wouldn’t rest until it killed him.
Ruan Qing, frightened, had a slight tremor in his thin and delicate body. He didn’t care about anything else and shifted his gaze to the other three, trying to seek help.
However, when he opened his mouth, not a sound came out.
Because of his mouth opening, the coldness took advantage and invaded his teeth.
Not only did it prevent him from making a sound, but he couldn’t even close his lips.
If someone paid attention, they could see Ruan Qing’s lips slightly parting, with a slight depression in the soft lip petals.
As if something was actively holding them in place.
But nothing could be seen.
Even through his thin lips, a glimpse of the wet, soft pink tongue could be vaguely seen.
Seemingly very sensual.
However, the other three at the moment did not notice this; they were still engrossed in the so-called spirit-summoning game.
The flame of the white candle flickered, making a ‘sizzling’ burning sound and emitting the unpleasant odor characteristic of burning candles.
Directly overshadowing all scents.
It even covered the faint and elusive fragrance of orchids.
Ruan Qing’s frightened body trembled slightly. He tried hard to attract the attention of the three people.
However, when he extended his other hand, the coldness directly imprisoned him.
No matter if it’s his left hand or his legs, they were completely immobile.
Even his head couldn’t move an inch.
The only thing that could move was the hand holding the pen.
But once Ruan Qing moved that hand, the pen might lose balance directly due to the absence of one person’s force.
Even if it didn’t fall, just the absence of one person’s hand would immediately terminate the summoning game.
As if the coldness was doing this deliberately. Intentionally allowing Ruan Qing’s hand, gripping the pen, to retain its mobility.
Perhaps the spirit was expecting Ruan Qing to move that hand.
It was also looking forward to the end of this summoning game.
The malice and murderous intent were now undisguised.
So even if Ruan Qing’s fearful tears flow uncontrollably, he could only sit stiffly on the chair, not daring to move the hand holding the pen at all.
Letting the cold atmosphere have its way.
At this moment, Ruan Qing seemed to be in a different world from the other three.
No one noticed his abnormality.
After drawing a circle, Qiao Nuo excitedly asked, “Pen spirit, pen spirit, can I find a gentle, beautiful, kind, generous, intelligent, and elegant girlfriend this year?”
Qiao Nuo paused and added in a somewhat embarrassed whisper, “Ahem, preferably the proactive and sexy type of big sister.”
The dim light emitted by the candle was extremely faint, not enough to illuminate the entire room 404.
It barely illuminated the table in front of the four people.
Due to the candlelight, shadows played across their faces, casting a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.
Although the candle was placed on the table, it was positioned to the right of Qi Yunshen, blocking the light from reaching Ruan Qing on his left.
With everyone’s attention focused on the paper and pen, they failed to notice Ruan Qing’s condition.
No one saw his distress.
If someone had scrutinized closely, they would have noticed that the young man in the shadows was in an unusual state.
Ruan Qing tightly bit his lower lip, his delicate face turning pale.
His long eyelashes trembled anxiously, and his eyes revealed a mix of panic and fear.
Yet, he dared not move or utter a sound because the unseen chill lingered beside him.
Ruan Qing could even feel the cold creeping down from the tip of the pen, gently enveloping his hand.
Cold.
A chilling ice, as if they had suddenly transitioned from early summer to winter.
The cold was piercing, making one shiver, but it wasn’t the entire 404 dormitory’s temperature dropping, only the atmosphere around Ruan Qing.
It sent shivers down one’s spine, creating an unsettling feeling.
It seemed like something had initially grasped their pens, but now it had slowly shifted to Ruan Qing’s hand.
However, the other three in the dormitory seemed oblivious to this.
They hadn’t even noticed a slight drop in the room’s temperature.
Ruan Qing’s face grew even paler, fear and dread taking over his mind.
He wanted to struggle and escape the cold, but he didn’t dare, as moving might cause the pen to fall, and the Pen Fairy would then be lost forever.
So, he would be the first one to be killed by the spirit.
Even if not the first to be killed, it would be extremely difficult for him to survive until seven days later.
Ruan Qing could only sit stiffly on the chair, tightly biting his lower lip, praying for this summoning game to end quickly.
As long as he could endure until the spirit was sent away, it would be fine.
However, what Ruan Qing didn’t know was that, because he’s biting his lower lip, his pale pink lips appeared even more vivid, giving him a touch of elegance.
Coupled with his eyes misting with water vapor, his beautiful eyes look dewy, like a lamb about to cry after being bullied.
It’s endearing, yet it made people want to treat him more unfairly.
To make him cry directly.
The chilly atmosphere paused for a moment, as if tired of lingering only around the boy’s fingertips. It began to gently slide along the boy’s fingers towards his wrist.
Although nothing was visible, the cold touch was undeniably there, causing Ruan Qing’s fear and panic to reach its peak.
Even his entire body’s cells were screaming for him to escape.
Ruan Qing’s frightened body trembled slightly, his eye sockets directly covered with a layer of mist, making him look fragile, like a porcelain doll that could break with just a little force.
However, the coldness did not spare him because of his pitiful state.
After lingering on his wrist for a moment, it continued up his elbow, ultimately gently brushing over Ruan Qing’s neck, which was as white as jade, landing on the corners of Ruan Qing’s eyes that have turned red due to fear.
The ice-cold sensation made the corners of Ruan Qing’s eyes even redder, and his eyes were filled with tears, moistening his eye sockets.
It also moistened his long eyelashes.
If this action were done by a human, it would probably appear particularly ambiguous and seductive.
However, the icy cold temperature didn’t carry any hint of seduction; it only instilled a feeling of fear from the depths of the heart.
As if that coldness could kill him in the next second.
Ruan Qing’s tears could no longer be stopped, directly sliding down his cheeks like pearls detached from a broken string, falling one by one.
But the teardrops did not fully fall. When they slid down to Ruan Qing’s lips, it seemed as if something tender had wiped them away.
Then, that coldness lingered around Ruan Qing’s lips, as if something were rubbing against them.
It even became more forceful, playing with Ruan Qing’s lips, sinking in slightly.
Although it didn’t hurt, it grew colder.
Ruan Qing’s lips were almost numb from the cold.
As if he might freeze to death for the next second.
Utmost fear made Ruan Qing’s body go weak, unable to muster any strength. He could only helplessly shrink back.
Trying to avoid the coldness lingering on his lips.
But that coldness gave him no room to escape, swirling around again in the direction he retreated.
As if it wouldn’t rest until it killed him.
Ruan Qing, frightened, had a slight tremor in his thin and delicate body. He didn’t care about anything else and shifted his gaze to the other three, trying to seek help.
However, when he opened his mouth, not a sound came out.
Because of his mouth opening, the coldness took advantage and invaded his teeth.
Not only did it prevent him from making a sound, but he couldn’t even close his lips.
If someone paid attention, they could see Ruan Qing’s lips slightly parting, with a slight depression in the soft lip petals.
As if something was actively holding them in place.
But nothing could be seen.
Even through his thin lips, a glimpse of the wet, soft pink tongue could be vaguely seen.
Seemingly very sensual.
However, the other three at the moment did not notice this; they were still engrossed in the so-called spirit-summoning game.
The flame of the white candle flickered, making a ‘sizzling’ burning sound and emitting the unpleasant odor characteristic of burning candles.
Directly overshadowing all scents.
It even covered the faint and elusive fragrance of orchids.
Ruan Qing’s frightened body trembled slightly. He tried hard to attract the attention of the three people.
However, when he extended his other hand, the coldness directly imprisoned him.
No matter if it’s his left hand or his legs, they were completely immobile.
Even his head couldn’t move an inch.
The only thing that could move was the hand holding the pen.
But once Ruan Qing moved that hand, the pen might lose balance directly due to the absence of one person’s force.
Even if it didn’t fall, just the absence of one person’s hand would immediately terminate the summoning game.
As if the coldness was doing this deliberately. Intentionally allowing Ruan Qing’s hand, gripping the pen, to retain its mobility.
Perhaps the spirit was expecting Ruan Qing to move that hand.
It was also looking forward to the end of this summoning game.
The malice and murderous intent were now undisguised.
So even if Ruan Qing’s fearful tears flow uncontrollably, he could only sit stiffly on the chair, not daring to move the hand holding the pen at all.
Letting the cold atmosphere have its way.
At this moment, Ruan Qing seemed to be in a different world from the other three.
No one noticed his abnormality.
After drawing a circle, Qiao Nuo excitedly asked, “Pen spirit, pen spirit, can I find a gentle, beautiful, kind, generous, intelligent, and elegant girlfriend this year?”
Qiao Nuo paused and added in a somewhat embarrassed whisper, “Ahem, preferably the proactive and sexy type of big sister.”
